Another day, another flawless robbery. The Countess, as she was called by the media - personally she hated the name, but it was oddly fitting, was in the midst of yet another robbery. Unlike the hapless normals who held up banks with such joke devices such as guns, The Countess wasn't doing this for fun, wasn't doing this to line her own pockets. Her pockets were lined enough; all the money from this robbery would be cleaned and used to fund more projects, projects she couldn't afford to get back to her. New York City was home to superheroes all with a desire to hide their alter egos, and the same held true for the villains. And as far as villains went, few were as notable or all over the mass media than The Countess. 

It helped that she had yet to be stopped, had yet to be arrested or brought to justice. The Countess, adorned in an exo-suit that was equal parts mechanical and form-fitting bodysuit, was unlike the everyday villains, the ones who used their abilities in increasingly stupid ways due to their God complexes and sense of immortality. The Countess, contrary to the news reports, wasn't technically a [i]super[/i] villain. She had no 'real' super powers, no fire conjuration, no flight, no rapid healing. But that's what gave her the strength her villain peers lacked. The Countess, before first stepping into the world of heroes and villains, did her homework. For months, years, she studied the heroes in the city and used her resources specifically to create the suit she was wearing. a suit tailored to counter the annoying and self righteous heroes, including the normals like police officers. 

And so here she was again, in the midst of robbing a bank, the police cordoning off the area, interested crazy people trying to take photos, the news overhead providing minute-to-minute coverage. A bank robbery turned circus. Off in the corner was the unconscious body of some costumed hero who had arrived on scene. He lasted thirty seconds, and only that long because The Countess was toying with him. Others stepped up to earn their glory, every hero wanted to be the one to take down The Countess. It would skyrocket the lesser known heroes to instant stardom. It was cute how many tried. Things were going well, despite the annoying buzz of the chopper and the wailing sirens. 

Currently, The Countess was tossing another unconscious hero to the side as she made her way towards the vault. She stuck out her hand, the blue gear on the neck of her suit lit up like a Christmas tree and began to spin. A dark blue beam shot from her gloved hand towards the vault, and she yanked, the door forced open from sheer magnetic force. In front of her were stack of money, the prize. Another successful robbery. 

She stopped, hearing the taunts of an unfamiliar voice. The Countess turned, her face covered by a faceless mask. An unknown. The Countess hadn't ever seen this woman before, and judging by the costume she would have remembered if she had ever seen her. Another wannabe hero. They flocked around her like flies. "Strip club is around the corner," The Countess shot back, her voice coming out muffled and mechanical and just menacing enough to be taken seriously as a threat, "Either get back there or you'll be looking for a job where you can get paid to dance in a full bodycast." 

The Countess had never been defeated. What could one new person possibly do to change that?